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Ive waited a long time for someone to come.
So I can finally have a forever
home.
To romp, play and love so freely.
To hold you and comfort you in times when you need me.
A warm bed to sleep in on a cold night.
Away from hard sounds and away from
fright.
To feel safe, and loved, no need to beg.
For someone to stop at this cold cage.
A friend would be nice, a lil tug o war?
I pormise oh master I wont be a bore.
Ill
entertain you, make you laugh each and every day.
Just please oh please give me some place to stay.
I'm lonely, Im scared, I have no one to hold me.
These floors are cold, and
every one here is needy.
I'm sorry to ask, the day is almost done.
Oh please before the lights go out, is there someone??
Its getting quiet now, the lights are going dim.
Some sweet lady is here humming
a beautiful hymm.
Shes walking to the cage, with a leash in her hand.
No one ever goes with her and comes back again.
Im in a cold room now, its smells kind of weird.
Its doesnt feel safe, but
for me this is my fear.
They talk about a room, that no one ever comes back.
Oh please oh please dont let it be that!
Why
was I brought here, is this some kind of daze?
I guess this is what happens at the end of your days.
Shes nice though,
she cries, and shes careful with me.
Shes the only one who ever cared, as I fall asleep.
DMD 04/05/04
A STRAY'S PRAYER
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired
of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the
rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all
day in the yard
sometimes with no water, and God that was hard.
So I chewed my leash, and, God I ran away,
to rummage
in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm so afriad that I'll never grow old.
They've
chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
while I run the streets just looking for bones.
I'm not really bad, God, please
help if you can,
for I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas, and
all
that I want is an Owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good,
and I won't chew their shoes, and
I'll do as I should. I'll love them, protect them and try to obey..
when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay.
I
don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in
the bushes, I cry
cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
that
I should be given a new chance to Live!
So dear God, please answer my prayer,
and send me someone who will REALLY care......
That
is, dear God, if you're really there.
Author Unknown.
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